Stacy Finds a Better Job

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All characters are fictional and are eighteen years of age or older.

Stacy had just turned 18 before going off to college in the big city. Her family was very proud of her, being the first ever to go to college. Even though her green eyes and blonde hair highlighted her good looks, she was self-conscious about her height and weight. One day she would feel that her 110 pounds made her look too skinny at 5'6". But then she'd think that her 36D breasts were too big. She worried what the other kids at college would think of her.

Having grown up in a small town, Stacy knew all the other kids and they all knew her. The boys thought of her more as a sister than the sexy young woman she was. Because of this, Stacy was still a virgin, and the thought of sex made her nervous. Sure, she had watch porn - maybe a lot of porn. But she figured those girls were just acting and the sex was just for show. There was no denying that some of the scenes really turned her on, though. Since everyone in her small town knew each other's business, she had never felt comfortable exploring her own desires or her fantasies from porn. But now that she was in college, she was starting to feel like she had been missing out.

When her parents dropped her off at her dorm, her roommate was not around. Stacy moved her things into the bedroom that was unoccupied. Her parents left to back and tend to the farm without ever meeting her roommate. About an hour after her folks left, her roommate, Rachel, showed up.

Rachel was a confident, outgoing, voluptuous redhead. Stacy immediately found herself drawn to her warmth and energy. They spent about an hour getting to know one another before Rachel decided that they needed to tour the campus and the local hangouts. Rachel was from the suburbs and was living on campus to avoid the commute and to really experience college life. She knew all the right places to go and things to do. After they had eaten dinner and toured what seemed like most of the campus and the city, they returned to their dorm room. They bid each other good night and went to bed.

Over the course of next couple of weeks, Rachel and Stacy became best friends. As they spent more time together, Stacy started to feel a flutter in her chest whenever Rachel was near. As they got settled into the routine of classes, studying and working, they also settled into a routine together. Most evenings, they'd cuddle on the couch, watching movies and sharing a blanket. Rachel would occasionally kiss Stacy on the cheek or forehead, and Stacy would feel a spark of electricity run through her body.

Stacy was caught off-guard one night when Rachel kissed her full on the lips, rather than the quick peck on the cheek that had become customary. Stacy just took it passively - at first. When Rachel came in for a second kiss, Stacy realized that the feelings she had were more than just friendship. She wanted more. She returned Rachel's kiss with what she hoped was passion. She had only kissed a few boys and they were clumsy compared to Rachel, so she had little to compare to.

Over the next few nights, their kissing increased in frequency and intensity. By bedtime, both girls were out of breath and left wanting more. Stacy wasn't sure what that looked like, since she had never really thought this way about another girl. One night, Rachel took Stacy's hand and led her to her bed. They lay down together, and Rachel started to gently kiss Stacy's lips. Stacy felt a rush of excitement and nervousness, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she let Rachel guide her, teaching her how to kiss and touch.

After a few days repeating this routine, Rachel took the lead again and after they got into the bedroom rather than just kissing and touching over their clothes, she began removing Stacy's clothes from her passive form. When all that was left was her panties, Rachel stepped back and said "Your turn."

Stacy hesitantly stepped forward and began to remove Rachel's form-fitting clothes. This required that she basically rub her hands over most of Rachel's curvy body. As she did so, she could feel a wetness developing in her panties. Stacy decided she didn't want to stop when she got to the panties. She looked up into Rachel's eyes and saw the same desire she felt within her.

Stacy knelt down in front of Rachel and reached up to the sides of Rachel's skimpy panties. She hooked her fingers in each side and slowly slid them down Rachel's shapely legs. When she reached the floor, Rachel grasped Stacy's shoulders and stepped out of them. As she did, it automatically pulled Stacy's face ever so close to her neatly trimmed pussy. Stacy could smell an aroma that reminded her of her own aroused scent. But somehow it was different, sweeter, more enticing, than her own.

Stacy really didn't know what to do next, so she stood, embraced Rachel and they kissed. The both moaned as their naked breasts touched for the first time. Stacy felt like her nipples were on fire as they grazed over Rachel's. Their hands roamed each others' backs, tracing sensual circles on each other. Rachel's hands drifted down to Stacy's panty-clad buttocks.

She slid her hands under the waistband at each side and dragged them down as she knelt in front of Stacy. As Rachel had just done, Stacy grabbed her shoulders for support and stepped out of her more modest panties, revealing a full blonde bush. Rather than immediately standing, Rachel leaned forward and nuzzled her nose right into Stacy's now steaming pussy. She inhaled deeply, then planted a tentative kiss right on Stacy's distended clit.

This unexpected kiss sent a shiver throughout Stacy's already overstimulated body. She wasn't sure how she felt. She pulled Rachel up, stared into her lust-filled eyes and said, "Not yet. I don't think I'm ready for this. Yet."

Rachel's gaze softened and she said "OK, I get it. I'm ready, REALLY ready, whenever you decide you are."

Over the next few days, they continued with their usual routine, except now each evening ended with them snuggling naked in one bed or the other. Sometimes they'd fall asleep together, other times each in their own bed. But invariably one of them would awaken and have to release the sexual tension by jilling off. Sometimes once was not even enough.

As the days became weeks, Stacy found herself struggling to make ends meet. She was working part-time at the bookstore in the Student Union, but it wasn't enough to cover her expenses, much less have anything left over for fun. She was starting to feel desperate, and she didn't know what to do. Rachel suggested that she needed to find something that paid more with less time commitment. Stacy thought, "yeah, like what?"

One Monday, while leaving work at the Union, Stacy spotted a help wanted ad advertising modeling careers, and it promised high pay and flexible hours. Stacy scanned the QR code and saved the contact for AHF Talent, LLC into her contacts. She felt a spark of hope: maybe this was the answer to her financial problems.

By Thursday, Stacy had worked up the courage to call the number for AHF Talent. She made an appointment for an initial interview the following afternoon, after classes. The address was a really fancy hotel, and Stacy was a little intimidated. But she was determined to see it through, now that she had started the ball rolling.

That night when Rachel got home after work at the spa where she was an assistant manager, Stacy told her about the appointment. Rachel helped Stacy check out the company's web site and look up the hotel. It all seemed very legit. "I'm super proud of you for taking a chance on yourself," she told Stacy.

They went through their nightly routine, cuddling, kissing and touching each other. They both got very worked up, but both had big tests on Friday and decided that they should just go to bed. Stacy could hear Rachel getting ready for bed, as she got undressed. Then, the rustling of clothes and so forth stopped. It was replaced by a low humm.

After a few minutes, Stacy could hear Rachel tossing and turning on her bed. She crept out into the hall and peered into Rachel's room through the door which was left slightly ajar. She saw Rachel, naked on the bed, sliding what appeared to be a rather large penis into her obviously dripping snatch. As Stacy watched, Rachel withdrew the phallus from her pussy, her lips seemed to grip it and try to keep it inside her. The humming also got a bit louder.

"Wow, I had no idea Rachel had a vibrating dildo. If that feels half as good as it seems, I may need to get one of those for myself." was all Stacy could think. But then. a little moan caught her ear and her attention went back to the scene on Rachel's bed. Rachel was now rapidly stroking the girthy, silicone cock in and out of her tight hole.

Stacy thought to herself, "She must be getting close to cumming. I can't wait to see that!" And within a few seconds, she did see it.

Rachel began to buck up into the rubber dong and forcefully shove it deep into her wet pussy. Her back was arched up and her legs began to quiver, then to shake outright. She had her free hand over her mouth to try and muffle her ecstatic cries. After about 20 seconds, she slumped back down on the bed with the dildo still fully insider her and still running. Every few seconds her whole body would twitch and then relax, until finally, she removed the toy from her pussy. She placed it on her nightstand and rolled over away from the door and quietly sighed, "That would be so much better with Stacy..." and drifted off to sleep.

Stacy went to her room and did some tossing and turning of her own. Only she couldn't get the image of Rachel orgasming out of her head. She wanted to jill off, but knew she would want more and wouldn't be able to resist going to Rachel's room for it. And, she had a test in the morning and the interview in the afternoon. She sighed a sigh of frustrated horniness and tried to go to sleep.

Friday morning arrived way sooner than Stacy expected. She got up, dressed for class and decided to grab a coffee and a bagel in the Union on her way to her test. The rest of her morning was just a blur. She couldn't get the vivid images of Rachel out of her head. She knew the test material, so she wasn't worried about that. But, she was still a bit nervous about her modeling interview. On the way back to the dorm, she stopped off to get a mani-pedi at Rachel's spa, deciding on a deep red color. She was hoping to see Rachel there, but was told she was studying on campus.

Back at the dorm, Stacy took a quick shower and put on her sexiest bra and panty set. She applied a bit of makeup, which was unusual for her. And got dressed in a cute, short sundress. She felt nervous and unsure, but knew she had to give this a shot. She just wished she weren't so damned horny. Thinking about Rachel for over 18 hours now had her really hot and bothered.

She took an Uber downtown to the hotel and went up to the room number that had been provided when she set the appointment. She stood outside the door for a few moments, working up the courage to knock. She took a few deep breaths and knocked firmly on the door. When the door opened, she was greeted by a handsome man of about 35 who introduced himself as Brad, the talent agent. He then introduced his pretty, girl-next-door assistant, MaryAnne. The room was actually a very lavish two-room suite.

Brad had her sit on the loveseat, while he and MaryAnne sat in chairs across from her and asked her some basic questions. Stacy answered them but felt very awkward and out of place. They both could sense Stacy's nervousness, so MaryAnne tried to put her at ease, offering her a glass of wine. Stacy had never had alcohol of any kind before, but she accepted. MaryAnne got up and returned with a glass of white wine. Instead of taking the same seat as before, she sat beside Stacy on the loveseat. Stacy took a sip and already began feeling a little more relaxed.

As the questions continued, they got a bit more intimate. Questions about her personal life, her views on nude modeling and erotica, her sexual preferences and experience. Stacy answered them all honestly, but started to feel a little uneasy. As Brad asked about her sexual history, MaryAnne began flirting with her, touching her arm and shoulder. Stacy didn't know what to do, but she tried to play it cool and asked for a bit more wine.

Brad moved on to talk about the business aspects of her modeling and asked if she had an agent or manager. She said no. He replied, "That's fine. Lots of models represent themselves, at least at first. But, no matter what, everyhas to sign a standard modeling release form." He handed her the form, which she signed without reading,

As she signed, Stacy felt a little pang of doubt. What was she getting herself into? But Brad and MaryAnne saw the look on her face ande reassured her, telling her that everything was fine. They offered her another glass of wine, and Stacy took it, feeling a little more relaxed.

The interview had now been going on for about 30-45 minutes and Stacy found herself getting a bit tipsy. All this talk of royalties and copyrights was a bit over her head, but she was answering their questions and laughing, feeling a little more at ease. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Brad and MaryAnne seemed nice, but she didn't know what their true intentions were.

As the meeting came to a close, Brad smiled at Stacy and told her that she would be perfect for their modeling agency. MaryAnne had continued to flirt with her throughout the interview, and Stacy's mind kept wandering back to Rachel. She thought "Why?! That's just making me hornier and hornier - and I can't do anything about it!"

He asked if she had a portfolio, or even just a head shot or two. She didn't. He explained that they would need a portfolio for her to be put forward for any jobs, and offered to shoot it for her right then, for free. Stacy, still feeling a little tipsy from the wine, agreed, thinking that it would be a great opportunity. Brad told MaryAnne to get Stacy ready for the shoot.

MaryAnne took Stacy to the bedroom of the suite, where she had set up a hair and makeup station. There were also lights and cameras set up, which Stacy assumed were for the portfolio shoot. What she didn't notice were the hidden cameras recording everything from multiple angles.

MaryAnne started to work on Stacy's hair and makeup, but as she did, she also began to caress Stacy's skin, touching her shoulders, arms, and waist. Stacy felt a shiver run down her spine, but she didn't pull away, thinking that it was just part of the process.

As MaryAnne worked, she told Stacy that she needed to change into some specific clothes for the portfolio. She told Stacy to undress. Stacy looked for a screen or somewhere to undress, but MaryAnne informed her that, in modeling, wardrobe changes had to be fast and that there was no time for modesty. Stacy realized that made sense and began by slipping off her shoes. She then pulled the sundress up over her head, fully exposing her lingerie-covered body, MaryAnne couldn't help but comment on Stacy's beautiful form. She told Stacy to continue, that they had some lingerie for her, as well. Stacy hesitated, so MaryAnne stepped up to help her. As she undid Stacy's bra, she caressed her perky, 36C breasts, eliciting a sigh - almost a moan - from Stacy. Then, she slid her hands down Stacy's sides to her waist and hips before sliding her hands under the waistband of the bikini panties and sliding them slowly down Stacy's firm, shapely legs. She did it with a practiced touch, making Stacy feel like she was being worshipped.

When Stacy was naked, MaryAnne commented that she would need to "take care of" Stacy's lush bush. Stacy didn't know what she meant, but she soon found out. MaryAnne had her sit naked on the side of the large tub in the en suite bathroom, and spread her legs. Stacy was a bit buzzed and so horny that she complied without argument. MaryAnne got some shave gel and applied it to Stacy's pubes. It felt cool and tingly. MaryAnne massaged it all around Stacy's vagina and pubic mound.

When she encountered no objections, she spent some extra time massaging then area around Stacy's clit, MaryAnne could see that her ministrations were having their desired effect. Stacy was breathing a bit more shallow and her eyes were dilated. She took her time, carefully shaving Stacy's entire pubic area especially around her clit, again. By now, Stacy was squirming a bit and little moans were escaping her pursed lips. After shaving her, MaryAnne got some lotion to soothe Stacy's freshly shaved skin. She made sure to apply plenty to Stacy's most sensitive areas.

As MaryAnne massaged the lotion into her skin, Stacy began to feel like she was on the verge of orgasm. Stacy couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she was feeling. MaryAnne kept her on the edge for several minutes, teasing her and stroking her skin and "accidentally" brushing her clitoris with her fingertips. It didn't help that she had been horny since last night watching Rachel ger herself off.

Finally, MaryAnne finished the job with a quick kiss to Stacy's clit, which almost pushed her into orgasm. Stacy gasped, shocked and feeling like she was going to cum, but MaryAnne just smiled, winked at her, and told her to get dressed.

The clothes MaryAnne had chosen for Stacy were revealing, to say the least. A very short black dress, a sheer black bra and thong set, a black garter belt, dark stockings, and 5-inch black stiletto heels. Stacy felt like a completely different person as she put on the clothes, and MaryAnne made sure to caress and stroke her skin as much as possible as she touched up her hair and makeup.

As they finished up, MaryAnne called Brad in to do the shoot. Stacy was feeling nervous and excited, but also a little unsure of what was happening. As the photoshoot began, Brad posed Stacy in various positions, the usual hand-on-hip, looking over the shoulder, twirling, etc. He then instructed her to sit on the bed, stand against the wall, and lean against the dresser, snapping photos and filming her from different angles. Something about Brad's voice and commanding manner made Stacy feel like she had to follow his instructions. The fact that MaryAnne kept touching and adjusting her hair, her dress, her arms, her stockings, etc. did nothing to quench the fire burning between her legs.

As the shoot progressed, Brad asked her to remove the dress, revealing her black bra, thong and garter belt for customers looking for a lingerie model. Stacy felt a little uncomfortable, but MaryAnne's presence, touch and encouragement helped her to relax. Time seemed to go into slow motion as MaryAnne helped Stacy unzip the form-fitting dress, then moved around to Stacy's front and slid it down her lithe body. MaryAnne let her hands linger on Stacy's bare skin as she lowered the dress to about knee level. MaryAnne knelt down in front of Stacy.

MaryAnne motioned for Stacy to step out of the dress. As she did, MaryAnne's face was ever so close to her steaming gash again. Stacy put her hand on MaryAnne's shoulder for balance as she lifted her left leg out of the dress. Stacy looked down and could see MaryAnne's eyes locked onto her thong. She stepped out of the dress, then repeated the process with her right leg. As she looked down this time, MaryAnne's eyes were looking right back at her, dilated and lusty. MaryAnne licked her lips, then stood and took the dress away.

Brad continued directing Stacy into various poses, starting with simple standing poses, then progressing to sitting. He had her cross and uncross her legs, lean this way, then that. She was in a daze, from the wine, the lights, and the attention from MaryAnne. Eventually, Brad had her lie back on the bed. As he continued to direct her into more ane more provocative poses, he told her to remove her panties. She followed his instructions, leaving her in just the garter belt, stockings, and heels.

He continued to direct her, having her kneel on the bed, roll onto her back with her legs straight up, and then opening them up, revealing her glistening, wet, puffy slit to him. All the while, he was snapping away and capturing every intimate detail of her beautiful, young body.

Brad commanded Stacy to cup her exposed breasts and play with her nipples, which she dutifully did. She let out an involuntary moan as she played with her now rock-hard nipples. When he had enough shots of her enjoying her own tits, he told her to run her hands slowly down her body to her glistening sex. She gently trailed her red painted nails slowly down to her wet, pink slit. Her inner lips were just beginning to peek out from within. Without being told, Stacy began to stroke her pussy and clit, savoring the deliciously naughty feelings. She had almost forgotten about the two older adults and the cameras.

Brad watched intently as the young blonde brought herself closer and closer to orgasmic release. Just before she succumbed to it, Brad told her to get on her elbows and knees. With a sigh of frustration, Stacy did as she was told. Brad told her that she was doing fantastically and to continue touching herself.

Stacy reached between her legs with her right hand and resumed rubbing and teasing her hot, pulsating clit. She then began to slide one finger into her oozing slit. Her inner lips were now fully engorged and made a beautiful sight for Brad, MaryAnne, and the cameras. It wasn't long before her breathing got ragged and shallow.

Brad told her to stop and to sensually suck on her finger. Stacy let out another frustrated sigh, almost a moan this time. Brad moved in close to get some detailed footage of Stacy licking and sucking her sticky fluids off her own finger. He took his time so that she'd have time to calm down from her near-orgasm experience.

When her breathing was mostly back to normal, Brad instructed her to resume playing with her pussy, only this time with two fingers. Stacy once again followed his instructions, returning her right hand to her swollen, leaking pussy. This time it only took a few minutes and she began to hump her two fingers.

Once again, Brad stopped her. This time is was an outright moan of frustration. He had her change into a kneeling position, facing the camera on the tripod. He told her to use two hands this time, one on her clit, the other with three fingers in her pussy. Stacy was so hot now, that she did so without thinking. Within a minute she began to gently thrust her hips. A minute more and she was moaning loudly. Her right hand was rapidly rubbing her clit, while her left was plunging three fingers deep into her inflamed cunt.

As Brad started to speak, Stacy's eyes flew open and she moaned "Noooo, not again. I need to cummmmmmm!"

Brad said, "Cum for me Stacy. Cum for the cameras."

Stacy kept her lust-glazed eyes open, darting from Brad to MaryAnne to the cameras. She intensified her efforts until she cried out in ecstasy and her entire body went rigid for about 5 seconds. Then her hips began to pump away at the fingers of both hands as her orgasm continued. As it reached it's peak, a small amount of fluid squirted from her pussy, soaking the bed in front of her.

Stacy then collapsed backwards and closed her eyes. Her body continued to twitch and shake ever few seconds as the aftershocks of her massive orgasm washed over her. She remained lying there for a few minutes breathing deeply, the ecstasy slowly receding from her beautiful form.

Meanwhile, MaryAnne, had slipped into the other room and returned naked, her voluptuous body now fully visible. She and Brad had just watched and photographed this beautiful, young, naive girl bring herself to an amazingly sensual orgasm. They knew there was more to cum.

When Stacy came down from her orgasmic bliss, she looked up at them sheepishly. She said "I'm sorry. I just got carried away and it felt so good! Oh my, MaryAnne, you're naked!"

"Yes, Stacy, we need some shots with you interacting with another model to see what other kinds of modeling jobs you might be able to win. MaryAnne, go help her up and stand with her over there," Brad said, motioning toward the side of the bed.

MaryAnne joined Stacy in front of the camera, and Brad began to pose them together. At first, the poses were innocent enough (in spite of the lack of clothes), with MaryAnne and Stacy standing together, holding hands, or embracing. But as the shoot went on, the poses became more intimate. MaryAnne began to fondle Stacy's breasts, and Stacy, feeling a little more at ease, began to touch MaryAnne's as well. The air was charged with tension as they posed together, their bodies touching, their skin warm and sensitive.

As the intimacy increased, MaryAnne's hands began to wander, and she started to finger and rub Stacy's clit. Stacy felt a surge of pleasure and closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan. MaryAnne's touch was gentle but insistent, and Stacy could feel herself approaching another orgasm. Just as she thought she was going to cum, MaryAnne dropped down and began to lick and suck her swollen clit.

Stacy's eyes flew open, and she gasped in shock, but the pleasure was too much to bear. She let out a loud cry as she came, her body trembing and convulsing as MaryAnne continued to lick and suck her. Brad was still filming and snapping photos, capturing every moment of Stacy's second climax.

As Stacy came down from her orgasm, MaryAnne laid her back on the bed and mounted her in 69. Stacy had no idea what to do, but MaryAnne helped her figure it out by grinding her dripping cunt onto Stacy's face. Stacy was hesitant at first, but as she tasted MaryAnne's sweet juices, she began to lick and suck, feeling a sense of excitement and pleasure.

The two women continued to pleasure each other, their bodies entwined, their mouths and cunts locked in a passionate kiss. They thrashed about, cumming loudly, their cries of pleasure filling the room. Brad was still filming, amazed at the intensity of their coupling.

As they finally came to a stop, exhausted and spent, MaryAnne rolled off Stacy and smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Stacy looked up at her, still trying to process what had just happened. She had never felt such intense pleasure before, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. But as she looked into MaryAnne's eyes, she saw something there that made her feel like she was in this 100% now, and there was no going back.

Brad interrupted their moment, saying "My GOD, Stacy, that was incredible. You are a natural at this. I have an offer for you. If we can go a bit further with this, not only will your portfolio be free, but I can pay you $500 for the additional work. I know my clients will love it, and you'll get plenty of bookings. And so, I'll easily make that money back. And, I think you'll enjoy it, too. And I know you need the money. What do you say? On the other hand, no hard feelings if you decide this is enough."

Stacy was still kind of in a daze after so much unexpected pleasure, but she had a pretty good idea she knew what kind of "further" Brad was talking about. She really did need the money, too. She thought, "What the hell? I've already done things that I never imagined doing - and did them on camera. I shouldn't do it, but I need the money. And, if it's any better than what I've already been through I might just die. But what a way to go!?" She shyly nodded to Brad and MaryAnne and replied "Yes, I'd like to do it."

"I'm really glad you decided to go on, Stacy. I think you have a great future with us and can make a ton of money. We just need to get your work in front of the right people and they need to see what you can do. Are you ready?" said Brad.

Stacy nodded again, and said "Yes. Let's do this before I change my mind."

Brad praised her for her great work so far, reinforcing that she was a natural in front of the camera. He postioned her on her hands and knees on the bed, facing the main camera on the tripod. MaryAnne moved to one side, preparing to film from various angles to capture every detail of the scene. Then Brad handed his camera to MaryAnne and began to disrobe, revealing a chiseled body and a larger-than-average cock that was already rock-hard with anticipation. Stacy, still recovering from her previous orgasms, couldn't help but stare at the thick, veiny shaft that was now being presented to her. She had a flashback to Rachel and her rubber dick, but this looked so much better.

Brad walked up to the end of the bed and presented his cock to Stacy from the side. She felt a mix of fear and excitement as she realized what was about to happen. She told him that she had never actually sucked a dick before. Brad told her that it would be OK, he'd talk her through it and explain the proper way to pleasure a man orally.

Following his instructions, she first began to lick up and down his hard shaft. She used one hand to slowly and gently stroke his cock, then lick it some more. Brad then had her lick his shaven nutsack as she continued to stroke him. On her own, she took first one, then the other of his swollen balls into her mouth.

Brad gently pulled her head up from his balls and placed the mushroom head of his engorged prick at her lips. She kissed it timidly at first, then after working up some courage, she took Brad's cock into her mouth. It was quite a bit larger than anything she had put in her mouth before, but she began sucking and licking his rod, moving her head up and down, taking a bit more into her warm, inviting mouth each time.

Brad was amazed to discover that she had almost no gag reflex, as her nose was pressed firmly into his pubis. He decided to take full advantage of it, holding her head and fucking her mouth with deep, slow strokes, his cock pressing into the back of her throat as she sucked and slurped on him like a pro. MaryAnne continued to film, concentrating on views where Stacy's asshole and pussy were in frame. Stacy's pussy was still swollen and dripping from her previous climaxes, the sight of it with her giving an amazing blowjob added to the excitement in the photos and between MaryAnne's legs.

Before he blew his load in Stacy's velvety throat, Brad pulled free from the deightful tightness. He told her to drop down onto her elbows as he moved onto the bed behind her. He took a moment to take in the sight of her swollen, dripping gash. He hoped that MaryAnne had gotten some great shots of it. Then, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her love tunnel, grabbed onto her youthful hips, and slowly pushed forward, penetrating her with his thick, veiny cock.

Stacy had never imagined that something so large and hard pushing into her tight, tender pussy would feel so good. But it most certainly did. As Brad's flaming hot shaft sank ever deeper into her tight, wet pussy, Stacy felt a surge of pleasure like nothing she had ever experienced. Her hymen was not a problem, as it had been broken long ago by her hairbrush. Just as she was getting accustomed to the intruder in her pussy, Brad started to fuck her slowly. With each stroke, he couldn't resist speeding up until his hips were pounding against her ass as he slammed his cock into her over and over again.

Stacy's body began to shake and tremble with pleasure. She was moaning and screaming, her voice raspy from the earlier face-fucking by Brad's cock, and her body was on fire with pleasure. Brad was fucking her like an animal, his cock pounding into her with relentless abandon, and Stacy was loving every minute of it. She began to cum for the fourth time, her body convulsing with pleasure as Brad's cock slammed into her, and she felt wave after wave of intense pleasure wash over her as she came.

But Brad wasn't finished yet, and he continued to fuck her, his cock pounding into her with deep, hard strokes, and Stacy's body began to build up to another climax. She was screaming and moaning, her voice echoing off the walls of the room, and her body was spasming and quaking out of control. Brad was fucking her like a wild man, his cock slamming into her with unbridled passion, and Stacy was cumming again, her body writhing sensually as Brad's cock pounded into her.

As she finished cumming, Brad pulled out of her and moved back to her mouth, his cock still rock-hard and covered in her juices. Stacy instinctively took him in, sucking and slurping on him like a pro, and Brad face-fucked her for a few minutes, his cock slamming into the back of her throat as she sucked and licked on him. Finally, his cock erupted in blast after blast of hot, sticky semen that filled Stacy's mouth. She swallowed, feeling the warm, tasty liquid slide down her throat.

As Brad pulled out of her mouth, he told her that he thought they had enough to start her portfolio, and they left her to get dressed. Stacy rolled over on the bed and pondered the afternoon's events. When Stacy had herself together, she went back to the main room of the suite, only to be shocked by the sight of herself on the large TV, being fucked by Brad. She was both shocked and turned on by the image, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and pride. She didn't even realizee that the camera angle was from above, from one of the hidden cameras.

Brad told her that she did great, and that she was eligible for a $500 payment for the interview. However, he also offered her an alternative: she could come back tomorrow for a more extensive interview, which would pay $2000 instead. Stacy needed the money badly, and there was really only one choice - come back tomorrow. She left the suite, wondering what tomorrow would bring, in addition to the much-needed $2000. As she walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement, knowing that she would be returning to the suite and to Brad and MaryAnne's world of sex and pleasure. And also a little bit of dread at having to tell Rachel what she had just done. And what she was about to do.